Day Thirteen

I am sitting here in front of the good old Dell, with my fingers in perfect typing position.  I have my feet on the floor , my back straight and I am ready to type.(My typing teacher at old Bourne High School did a mighty fine job.) And yet, to be honest , I don't think I have anything to say.  It seems to me that having something to say is a fairly large component of having a daily blog. If I wanted to write daily and have nothing to say , I could be a speech writer for the Democratic National Committee.  (Sorry Lindsay)

I have made a major commitment to all of you out there in blog land.  I said I was going to write a blog every day for a year and dammit I am going to do it.  I am not usually the type of guy that has nothing to say.  In fact quite the opposite.  I usually cant be shut up without a pair of gym socks and a roll of duct tape.

So I have done it.  Hopefully.  I have completed tonight's installment of our daily time together , been at very worst coherent.,   and have done it without having anything to say.  See how things work out when you stick to it in life and never give up??  Wow even a moral to the blog tonight......amazing!!!!


Don't forget mongo madness Thursdays from 4 to 7  on The Capes Alternative 90.7 FM WKKL.  Its the wildest three hours of radio that I can do each week whether or not I have something to say.  If you are out of the area hit the link below.

I'm done

You can go on with your day now

Thanks for reading

Mongo

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